Member Poem

At noon I will get up as it is already eleven
forty five am
in Paris, something is telling me that I’m not
going to do anything today yet the sky is blue
it’s cold and I can see a little piece of it on the
top of my window pane right where a cloud has
landed I would love to look like a civilized cloud
that would float over the roofs of the Faubourg
Saint-Antoine and something is telling me that
the light that floats in this street is the same one
that is floating at this very moment on the other
side of the world and even if I think about God
who doesn’t exist I would like so much to go on
living some more down in the ground once I
have joined up the dead in the large cemetery
that overlooks the city but next week I will go
to Marseille to climb on top of the roof and see
the city extending like dark waves just where the
land of mankind ends up dying where men no
longer dare to smile as they are afraid that their
smiles will stay frozen over their faces forever in
the unbeaten silence of my blue heart.
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